However, such thoughts have always been fleeting, it is impossible for him to have an intersection with Bing Ruoyan, and as he came into contact more and more, he gradually became accustomed to it and no longer entangled in it.

But he had surprisingly good faith in Bing Ruoyan, otherwise he wouldn't have broken into that powerful phantom killing array, which was tantamount to entrusting his life to her, as long as she had the slightest bad intentions, or if he overestimated her ability, he could be killed.

He single-handedly directed the scenes on the sect ceremony, forced Huaxu and his son to death, and in a few words, a strong man in Huaxu's Lingyuan Realm fell on the spot, or died in his own hands, and took Taihua Sect into his own hands.

When he entered the ancestral land of Taihua, he saw three peerless powerhouses, especially the last one, which left an indelible mark on him, and the three words "wind and sword dust" gave him a headache and an unforgettable heart, but he didn't know why.

He broke into the Zu Tower, all the way like a bamboo, passed the test layer by layer, his strength increased all the way, he perfectly quenched the marrow, broke through continuously, broke the sword formation, and even the extremely powerful soul attack on the fifth layer came over to him, and came to the sixth layer.

On the sixth layer, he still never flinched, even in the face of the scorching sun in the sky, he dared to swing his sword at each other, moving forward, with awe-inspiring killing intent and endless fighting intent.

However, people have limits after all, in such a terrifying explosion, Yang Yan is no matter how demonic he is, how can he be alone, being hit head-on, and it is already a miracle that he did not fall immediately.

But despite this, Yang Yan also understood that he had reached his limit, but he was just unwilling!

He is Yangyan, has the resources of the heavens, and is deeply valued by the Yang Emperor, the challenge of leapfrogging is as simple as eating and drinking, the joint attack of the strong man of the Lingyuan Realm and the peak powerhouse of the Qi Refining Realm has not been able to kill him, and his own words have forced the strong man of the Lingyuan Realm to death, and the tests of the Ancestral Tower have not been able to trap him, now, how can he die here!

He is the seventh prince of the Tianyang Dynasty, and he will definitely laugh at the rivers and mountains in the future, Lingyun world, how can he die here!

He is still too young to take a good look at this wonderful martial arts world, and there are still too many things he has not experienced, how can he die here!

All the doubts and difficulties in his heart have not yet been answered, how can he be willing to sleep forever!

There is also a strong unwillingness from the depths of the heart, and the unwillingness that the obsession has not been realized!

"This prince has been practicing martial arts for more than eight years, and he has never flinched or feared, since this prince wants to rise to the top of the world, how can he fall here, and what about death? If I don't want to die, who can let me die!"

Yang Yan is unwilling to die out, a strong will to survive bursts out, a high will to fight against death, if I don't want to, death can't take his life.

The originally increasingly blurred consciousness was stabilized under this strong will and fighting intent, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing, giving birth to new internal organs, meridians, and bones, and the skin and flesh of the charred part were shedding, and then new muscles and skin were born.

Soon, half of his body that had been blown apart gradually recovered, including his left arm, and the so-called rebirth of the severed limb was nothing more than that.

Such a scene is no longer a miracle that can be described, it is simply an impossible thing to happen, the injuries of the strong people of the Lingyuan Realm will die on the body of a Quenching Realm martial artist, it is impossible to survive at all, even if there is a superb elixir to swallow recklessly, it is already extremely incredible that Yang Yan can still live for the time being, how can he start to recover so quickly?

No matter how strong Yang Yan's will to survive is, it is impossible for such a strange thing to happen, at most it will be able to last a few more moments, otherwise it is only required that the will to survive is strong, and no matter how serious the injury is, there will not be so many warriors who have been killed, no one will want to die, even if it is a dead soldier, he will not be willing to die for no reason.

The real life and death are not transferable by the will of the warrior, life is life, death is death, life can become death, but death cannot become life, this is a rule that cannot be violated.

Therefore, the phenomenon that happened to Yang Yan was extremely weird, and even he himself was shocked by this scene, and looked at the basically healed body in a daze, not knowing why.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and suddenly a feeling of extreme weakness came, as if all the strength in his body had been consumed, causing his consciousness to be less blurry, but extremely drowsy, and he wanted to faint, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

At this moment, a brilliant dark blue light shot towards him, at this time, Yang Yan had no ability to stop it, it was not easy for him to even move his fingers, and he didn't feel any danger, so he watched it melt into his body, and then dissolve.

Suddenly, Yang Yan only felt a cool feeling all over his body, like an initiation, and like lying in a warm embrace, so comfortable.

This seems to be an extremely pure energy, everywhere it passes, it is extremely cool and comfortable, and the exhaustion of the whole body is eliminated, this energy flows through the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then swells up to Yang Yan's brain, and suddenly the spirit platform is clear, and the thoughts are clear, and the feeling is several times more than the comfort of the body.

Yang Yan felt that most of this pure energy was injected into his soul sea, and suddenly it was like a long drought and rain, his soul sea was gradually growing, and at the same time, a lot of energy was absorbed by the golden sword in the center of the mist above the soul sea, and suddenly the golden sword that was originally extremely illusory and blurred became a little more condensed, making Yang Yan's whole person more energetic.

"What is this sword?" Yang Yan became even more curious about the golden sword above the Soul Sea, this sword he knew very well that it was originally not available, it was inexplicably condensed and formed when it was in the fifth layer, and it seemed to have some kind of connection with the soul before it appeared in the Soul Sea.

There are very few martial artists who cultivate souls, and even fewer soul cultivators who can condense martial souls, so the Tianyang Dynasty does not seem to have a record of martial souls, although Yang Yan is well-read, but it is limited to the classics collected by the Tianyang Dynasty, and he has not read them all, so he naturally would not have thought that this is a very distinctive prototype of the battle soul in the martial soul.

When he paid attention to the golden sword, the pure energy that had been integrated into his body had basically been integrated into every part of his body, strengthened, and the previous feeling of weakness had long since disappeared, on the contrary, now he only felt that his whole body was full of inexhaustible strength, and his strength seemed to have increased.

"Trialist, congratulations on passing the sixth tier, you can choose the reward you want. ”

The flat voice interrupted Yang Yan, who was immersed in the pleasure of his whole body, Yang Yan suddenly came back to his senses, but found that the barren world that had been shattered by the terrifying explosion had disappeared at some point, and he was standing in a large hall at this time.

It seems that he did break that illusion, even though he himself was on the verge of death.

Hearing that he had passed the test, Yang Yan only raised his eyebrows slightly, there was no great sorrow, no great joy, he had just died once, his mood had risen to a new level, he was more mature, and he was less prone to mood swings.

But he noticed the difference in the words of that voice, and chose the reward he wanted?

In the first few layers, except for the fifth layer, there is no reward, the rewards of the third and fourth layers are directly issued, there is no choice, but it is suitable for him, such as the third layer of the quenching pill to solve his urgent need, let him perfect quenching the marrow, break through in one fell swoop, I believe the first two layers are the same.

However, this time it gave him a chance to choose, but it also gave him a difficult problem, which means that there will be rewards for him to choose from, so which one is more suitable for him to choose?

Very angry!

Shui Nianyu couldn't say why, in short, she was uncomfortable and even angry when she saw Zhou Xi in front of Yang Yan.

"Baihuamen Wu Mei, please teach the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus. The woman wearing a hundred birds and phoenix brocade clothes challenged, but her eyes were tender and charming, and the man who touched her sight couldn't help but feel a wave in her heart.

Leng Yue's heart is flattering, and the invisible temptation makes it difficult for men in the world to control themselves, but if someone can ignore this temptation, they will find that she is actually not charming at all, every move, every smile is no different from ordinary women, but very cold and arrogant.

It is precisely this kind of internal flattery, which is extremely contradictory to her own temperament, that stimulates people's seven emotions and six desires even more, making people intoxicated and sinking, just like taking drugs.

Once such a woman becomes charming, it will be an unimaginable temptation of ecstasy, and almost no man in the world can resist it.

I don't know whether to be happy or regretful, no one has ever made Leng Yuexin like this, and she has never even heard of any man she is very close to.

is obviously beautiful and natural, and has practiced "Hehuan Divine Skill", preferring not to eat fireworks in the world, so Leng Yuexin has the title of "Dust Fairy".

Wu Mei is really charming and seductive, every smile is touching people's hearts, full of provocative meaning, and makes people feel ape.

The nature of Baihuamen is actually similar to that of human desire heaven, human desire heaven is all male disciples, and the women of the world are regarded as furnaces and tripods to collect yin and supplement yang, and Baihuamen is just the opposite, all are female disciples, and the men of the world are regarded as furnaces and tripods to collect yang and supplement yin.

As the most outstanding disciple of this generation of Baihuamen, Wu Mei has cultivated to the current realm, and there are countless men who have collected and replenished, and she is well versed in the way of men and women.

If the charm of the Absolute Dust Fairy stimulates the fundamental seven emotions and six desires of human nature, then the temptation of Wu Mei is the male and female desires of Chiguoguo, which makes people can't help but want to pounce on her and ravage her wantonly.

Of course, if you really do this, the most likely result is that Wu Mei will be wantonly toyed with and made up until she dies.

If Wu Mei is one extreme, then the White Lotus Holy Maiden is another extreme.

Due to the prosperity and decline of the land of Lanzhou, most of the people who cultivate to the high level are women, no matter which side of the force is the respect of women, and the low status of men, this distinction between the noble and the low is most vividly reflected in the two top forces in Lanzhou.

And in terms of the way they treat creatures like men, these two top forces are not the same, and Baihuamen regards them as cultivation furnaces, like pigs and dogs in captivity, slaughtering them when needed.

The Holy Maiden Sect believes that there is no good thing for a dirty and lowly creature like a man, and it is not worthy of touching a woman who is pure and jade, and all disciples in the sect are not allowed to have any contact with men.

Because of completely different concepts, Baihuamen and the Holy Maiden Sect have always been incompatible, Wu Mei and the White Lotus Holy Maiden also don't like each other, Wu Mei thinks that the White Lotus Holy Maiden pretends to be high, and the White Lotus Holy Maiden thinks that Wu Mei is dissolute and shameless, and there is always a fight when they meet together.

The White Lotus Holy Maiden falls on the opposite side of Wu Mei, Emei is lightly swept, no powder, still the country is fragrant, and the hem of the holy dress is like a lotus flower blooming and suddenly closing, white and flawless.

"Holy Maiden Huang Yijun, please give advice. "The White Lotus Holy Maiden's voice was pleasant, but it was extremely cold.

"Sister White Lotus, be careful!" Wu Meimei laughed, her toes under the hem of her skirt swirled lightly, she was like a spirit flower that had nothing to rely on, dancing with the wind, slowly floating towards the White Lotus Holy Maiden, Huang Yijun.

With the dancing of the beauties, the hall seems to be covered with a layer of ambiguous pink color, and the bright red rose petals fall from the air, one by one, the fragrance is intoxicating, and it seems to sink into people's hearts.

Under the rain of red flowers in the sky, the beauty is enchanting, dancing boldly, like the fairy of the flower playing in the rain, charming, charming and infinite, the temperature in the hall rises sharply, and the sound of heavy breathing comes and goes.

A hint of amazement flashed in Huang Yijun's beautiful eyes, she also had to marvel at Wu Mei's enchanting and moving as a woman, this is what she hates about Wu Mei, women should be dignified and holy, how can they be so debauched?

Different from the male guests who were restless in blood and blood, the White Lotus Holy Maiden, who was also a woman, noticed for the first time that behind this seemingly extremely beautiful scene, there was a cold murderous intention.

Huang Yijun's whole body was covered with a layer of holy brilliance, noble, and not blasphemous, under the reflection of this brilliance, those heavy breaths affected by the charm gradually recovered and eased.

At the same time, the palm of her plain hand was lifted upward, and the sleeves of her dress slipped down, revealing a small piece of wrist as smooth as mutton fat white jade, which looked even more beautiful under the shroud of holy brilliance, and the male breath in the field was stagnant, and his eyes were completely appreciative without blasphemy.

With this raise of hand, a hemispherical light film wrapped the space where she was, and the rain fell from the sky, and pieces of petals fell on it, making a "snort" sound, unwilling to be blocked, and constantly corroded the light film.